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Bust 'em In Lyrics - Army Of The Pharaohs: The Unholy Terror - Jedi Mind Tricks

Stupid motherfuckers. Run, duck, and hide, die motherfucker die 

(Let em know, Celph) It's time to bust some heads in. (Let's go.) Oh yeah 

It is the Army. Blaaaat! 

 

Hard to the motherfucking core we are 

The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad 

Run run 

We gonna tear the head piece up 

Uh huh, you don't want beef because 

 

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in 

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

 

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A.O.T.P 

Fresh Nikes and ice links 

You won't feel till after the punch like a spiked drink 

Sipping Goose till my eyes pink 

Ninety-five live rings 

Real niggas survive things and die kings 

I can hear dead homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me." 

So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie 

You got a heart homeboy? Well yo show it to me 

The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of golden rubies 

I'm old school like roll a doobie 

Daddy-O my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies 

A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project 

Nine milli really only defense of my logic 

The shotgun just sits in the closet 

Waiting for you fuckers to come dip in my shit 

Nonsense 

The weak could never stop the thorough 

Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys Gossip Girls 

 

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Hard to the motherfucking core we are 

The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad 

Run run 

We gonna tear the head piece up 

Uh huh, you don't want beef because 

 

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in 

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

 

I treat fools like bitches cause I always got a few biscuits 

And bus(t) 'em in like kids from different school districts 

Y'all dip shits will get your spinal discs flipped 

Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit 

Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick 

I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle wick's lit 

Want to sample this shit? You need to read Sanskrit 

And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit 

Running through the Red Seas like an escaped slave 

Then holding up the walls of water with my sound waves 

Like what I was doing during Public Execution 

Half-human, half-mutant, Ap must be the Rasputin 

Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body 

And three quarter length Fat Goose to conceal shotties 

If God walks the surface of the sun it won't melt feet 

Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat? 

 

Hard to the motherfucking core we are 

The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad 

Run run 

We gonna tear the head piece up 

Uh huh, you don't want beef because 

 

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in 

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

Bust bust 'em in 

 

I'm a five-star general, the motherfucking main man 

Flip a bird, hold a swammy with the same hand 

And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays 

Cement mixing your IV, turn your Anatomy Grey 

Nobody ratted at A- 

O.T.P. Not Treach with O.P.P 

I'm obsessed with O.C.D 

A temperamental mental patient 

With cyberkenetic on-board computer integration 

One of rap's most innovative voices and flows 

In front of missile-command buttons 

I look around, all my choices just blow 

So now you should know 

I'm the don of braggadocio flamethrower 

I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping that dojo, name goers 

Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme rough 

And get they punchlines up 

Cause you ain't fucking with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere 

No rapper is nowhere near what I just wrote here 

Oh yeah 

 

Yeah. A.O.T.P. Pharaoh clique. Philly to Beantown 

To Connecticut. To fuckin' Tampa. We worldwide baby 

Official pistol gang. Braaaat! 

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